W.C. | Lyrics | This Is Los Angeles

This is Los Angeles, gang capital of the nation
Gang capital of the nation, this is Los Angeles

I was raised in the hood called what the f***, nigga
W.C, ya better duck, nigga, f*** me, you're out of luck, nigga
This is Los Angeles, this is Los Angeles

I was raised in the hood called what the f***, nigga
W.C, ya better duck, nigga, f*** me, you're out of luck, nigga
This is Los, this is Los Angeles

This s*** don't stop, I'm still stackin' my cash
Out in the backyard with niggaz hidin' crack in they ass
It's gettin' kinda hot but I ain't leavin' the spot
'Coz don't nobody give a f*** if I'm eatin' or not, nigga

South Central, the gangbang capital
Where gun fire's ramped, the one time be gafflin'
Murder is a headline
Half an ounce of chronic is a misdemeanor
One gram of hard is fed' time

The name of the game is survival
Keep the thang on me like a preacher do a Bible
F*** unity, ain't no motherfuckin' one love
Crips killin' Crips, nigga, Bloods killin' Bloods

Niggaz tellin', gotta stay outta dodge
On the stand y'all be singin' like Mary J. Blige
But I'ma stay cockin' my pistol
Goin' hard in the paint, niggaz can't stop my dribble

I was raised in the hood called what the f***, nigga
W.C, ya better duck, nigga, f*** me, you're out of luck, nigga
This is Los Angeles, this is Los Angeles

I was raised in the hood called what the f***, nigga
W.C, ya better duck, nigga, f*** me, you're out of luck, nigga
This is Los, this is Los Angeles

Gang capital of the nation, gang capital of the nation
This is Los Angeles, this is Los Angeles

I was raised in the hood called what the f***, nigga
W.C, ya better duck, nigga, f*** me, you're out of luck, nigga
This is Los Angeles, this is Los Angeles

Out the belly of CA, hated by the D.A.
Skatin' in a '6-trey drinkin' on E&J
Everything will C okay
As I turn this bottle for my niggaz the old way

South Central L.A. where every day
The LAPD ghetto bird be yellin' freeze on the PA
You know they wanna lock us away, they laughin' away
While we killin' each other, the blacks and the eses

F*** how much money you make, they gon' hate
Ballin' ass nigga, they gon' still treat ya like O.J.
The stereotypes don't go away
Little nigga, nice car, where the kilos lay?

The po-po wanna send us where the P.O.'s play
Thinkin' we all get our money the 'Carlito's Way'
Charles Manson can kill and live to see another day
But if you're black like Tookie they gon' steal you away

I was raised in the hood called what the f***, nigga
W.C, ya better duck, nigga, f*** me, you're out of luck, nigga
This is Los Angeles, this is Los Angeles

I was raised in the hood called what the f***, nigga
W.C, ya better duck, nigga, f*** me, you're out of luck, nigga
This is Los, this is Los Angeles